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- It bent over, head hanging, arms suspended to either side.
- She saw the nape of the neck as hair slowly slid free, silky and straight.
- Still unable to bring herself to move, she found her left arm extending, palm down, until the longest finger pointed at the spot in question.
- The woman behind her took hold of the fist that held the knife. She stepped forward, driving the knife down, as if she were an extension of Fortuna.
- Plunging into the spot where the spine met the skull.
- They fell from the hand, dangled for a moment by their grip on the knife. It cut free, and they dropped to the ground.
- Fortuna let one leg fold, pushing at the ground with the other. She rolled, breaking the fall. The woman fell a little harder.
- The entity moved, and everything around them stirred. A thousand hands, a thousand arms, not all attached to the hands, legs, feet, ears, eyes, faces without features, expanses of skin, they twitched and writhed.
- The noise around them faded, the heartbeats going still, the breathing quieting. The movements all around them stopped.
- There was only the thing, hanging in mid-air, struggling to form itself and failing. It breathed in rapid huffs, in obvious pain.
- It wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t alive. A connection had been severed in a moment where the godling was most vulnerable.
- The woman spoke.
- “Again? The heart?”
- But Fortuna was sure this was it. They’d carried out the last step.
- Wildbow, Worm, 29.x
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